As soon as Ah Jian entered the box, he saw a woman with messy hair leaning against the corner with a bloody face.

I'm a god, didn't Sister Ai never shoot at ordinary people? Especially women.

Could it be that Sister Ai was stimulated by the second master today?

The sudden ringing of the phone startled Ah Jian and hurriedly picked up the phone.

"What are you doing in there? How long has it been? ”

The sound coming from the microphone almost deafened Ah Blade's ears, and he hurriedly responded: "Right away, right away!" ”

Before Ah Jian could ask what was going on, the phone had already been hung up.

Alas, why is he so miserable!

Aihan sat in the car, seemingly casually throwing her phone aside, but only her slightly trembling hands clenched into fists could show the resentment in her heart.

She now has no background except for cultivation and brute strength.

How can she protect the people she wants to protect?

"Sister Ai, the second master seems to be looking for you urgently. You see......"

After Ah Jian finished dealing with Jinyang, he hurried to report to Ai Han as soon as he got in the car.

The second master's voice just now can be heard on the phone, it seems that Sister Ai is miserable this time...... No, it's him who is miserable.

After listening to Ah Blade's words, Ai Han was very mad.

It's not that she didn't see the more than ten missed calls, she just didn't want to answer them!

Every time the big devil takes the initiative to find her, nothing good happens!

"Auntie is calling you and going back after finishing your errands."

While Ai Han was still hesitating, such a text message suddenly popped out of the screen, startling Ai Han almost staring out his eyes.

The big devil actually learned to text? You know, this guy was only willing to email her before.

But when he saw the contents, Aihan couldn't wait to chop off his fingers.

Why are you so cheap?

"Drive, go home." Throwing the phone into his bag, Ai Han closed his eyes and frowned.

"Huh? Which home are you going back to? "Ah Jian was directly blinded, should he go back to the second master's house or ......

"What other home can I have?"

In Aihan's heart, the place he was most reluctant to go back to was the place that was called home.

The car was parked in front of an old-fashioned residential area, and there were some elderly people chatting in twos and threes under the trees in the community, and some children running around in the yard.

Suddenly, such a brand-new car came out of the entrance of the community, making everyone guess whose relatives it was.

Aihan sat in the car and looked at the eyes of those people through the window, feeling a little impatient.

She will always remember how those people chewed their tongues behind their backs!

Putting on sunglasses and getting out of the car expressionlessly, Aihan walked into the unit door in front of everyone's attention.

"What are you doing with your retirement salary of thousands of dollars a month?"

Before he could go upstairs, he heard the roar.

A man in a gray jacket with a slight limp on his left leg slammed the door and walked out, stopping and stunned when he first saw Aihan.

Cursing to himself, the man walked past Aihan.

Aihan stood still, her suppressed anger could be seen only in her slightly trembling fists and pursed lips.

Taking a deep breath to stabilize his emotions, Aihan took another step and walked upstairs.

"Who?"

The female voice inside the door had a hint of crying, and with simple and fast steps, the door was slowly opened.

"Mom."

Ai Han looked at the woman with some fine lines on her face in front of her, her phoenix eyes were bloodshot, and her slightly frowning brows immediately stretched out the moment she saw her.

The years are very gentle to women, and the carving knife of time has not left too deep traces on the woman's face, probably because God will have a different kind of favor for the tortured people.

Han Chuying looked at the slim girl at the door, how many years had she not seen her?

Since she was taken away by Yu Qingzi, she has ...... It's been six years.

Before Han Chuying could be moved, Ai Han had already taken off her sunglasses and walked around her into the house.

The living room was clean and tidy, and further inside, an old man lay on the bed in the spacious bedroom, breathing hard.

"Grandpa."

Ai Han looked at the scrawny old man on the bed, is this still the grandfather who dotes on her?

Eleven years of paralysis in bed have long been painful to torture this once high-spirited old man.

Even so, his cloudy eyes flashed for a moment when he saw Aihan's appearance.

"Cold...... Chill ...... You're back......"

Ai Han hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed the old man's hand, which he had raised with great difficulty.

These hands once led her through the streets and sent her to school. This old man pulled her and blocked her when she was being punished by her mother.

But now, how did it become like this?

"Grandpa, I'm back, I'm back."

Wiping away the tears that flowed involuntarily, Ai Han turned his head sideways to look at the people around him who were sighing, "Did you call 120?" ”

"Also...... Not yet. We don't have that much money on hand right now. ”

Han Chuying lowered her head guiltily, clenched her fingers tightly, and tears fell on the back of her hand, smashing out fleeting splashes.

Remembering the man he had just met in the stairs, Aihan gritted his back molars.

It seems that Han Chukun will appear here because his grandfather is seriously ill and has no money to go to the hospital, so he will be called to discuss the matter of getting money together.

Directly took out his mobile phone and dialed the shortcut, "Hey, arrange the best hospital ward and doctor for me." ”

After hanging up, Aihan pressed the phone a few more times.

In less than two minutes, Ah Jian had already rushed in, and under the command of Ai Han, he picked up Han Qingping and got into the car and drove to the hospital.

But before he arrived at the gate of the hospital, Han Qingping suddenly coughed violently.

In the early years, in order to save his children, Han Qingping abandoned himself and cultivated his muscles. From the moment he got into the car, Ai Han had been overpowering him, but to no avail.

"Cold...... Grandpa, no. You and your mom...... Okay. Good ......."

"Grandpa!"

After saying the last sentence, Han Qingping grabbed Ai Han's hand and hung down weakly, his eyes closed heavily and never opened again.

This grandfather, who grew up with her and spoiled her and loved her, still went in the end.

No matter how much Aihan called, he could never wake up again.

In the funeral home, there is never a shortage of cries of sadness and regret because of the death of a loved one.

Ai Han followed behind Han Chuying, his face expressionless as if he was a walking corpse.

Not far in front of them were Han Chukun and Han Lipeng, who were wearing linen and wearing filial piety and holding a posthumous photo, but both of them were stingy with a tear.

Ai Han's aunt Han Chuyu was out of breath crying under the support of everyone, crying one by one, "I don't have a dad anymore!" Grandmother Jiang Lizhi was forced to stay at home because of her poor health.

Han Chuying, supported by Ai Han, just silently shed tears without saying a word, only her body trembled incessantly.

For some reason, this scene fell in Ai Han's eyes, but he felt extremely ridiculous.

The three children, in the face of their father's death, are really different!

I wonder what my grandfather's expression would be if he saw this scene in the sky?